Sculptor Of Flesh

Do you hear them calling from beyond?

As a foulness ye shall know them

As a foulness thou knowest thyself

Freed from the shackles of morality

And long long gone is the need for science

Through the wakening of the beast within

Oh did you not rejoice?

When you felt the power... the power in your mind

No longer confined to nocturnal solitude

Walk among the herd

Mold them as you wish

In images of unearthly bizarrerie

Do you hear them calling from beyond?

Sculptor of flesh

Architect of abomination

Mold the living flesh like clay

Sculptor of flesh

Warp the world

To your linking

And then the sun will set

And no new day will rise on humanity

Will you grieve for them?

Will the lack of their bleating cacophony

Strike a note within?

Rejoice, destroyer, anti-christ

For your deed was long overdue